The willingness to comprehend the toils of your sisters and your brothers.

But, what is there now,

What is written –

In the past, the past is gone,

It was writing to make the kings & queens smitten –

Kings & queens we are not, but of the kingdom within our selves, the one we forgot.

What we do, what we know, a horse is a horse, of course.

Humans & horses uncommonly alike, both smitten, but given false lashings for their plight –

But delight ; delight of the fact that there is always an upturn and when its YOUR turn just know that your imaginations a cistern –

Of water that grows, of water that shows, what the pineal gland bestows.

And in your Light and in your promise –

Extort not, for extortion is homicide. Delight not in the pain of others or discourage; pay homage to their meager advances & advancement for knowledge. Be not as it may for lust and for greed, and for your dismay, you uncommon steed. Be free to roam, be free to homage—to honor yourself and your blood; pay homage. That’s it, that’s all, just as simple as that don’t run through your house like wingless bat. Be free and vindictive not, for that’s over now. Be free now and listen and you know just how. But what about the life you asked in which you saw fit to receive. You have it now, your egos blocking its attempting to deceive – for you have.